Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 383: "You're honestly not coming back to work?" Candy stirred her coffee, her stern gaze tinged with a trace of reluctance, though her face remained as impassive as ever. Nyla, having concluded her tasks at the studio, was on her way out when Candy's question made her halt. "See those people outside? Do you think a return is possible for me?" Candy glanced at the bodyguards dressed in black suits, her brow furrowing. "Is this the work of your husband? It seems like he holds a lot of power and influence." Preferring not to delve into matters concerning Ethan, Nyla simply shrugged.

"You're not wrong. I'm heading out now." As Nyla made to leave, Candy's tone softened. "If you ever need assistance or decide it's time to go, just reach out." Nyla understood that Candy had strong support behind her and had only left her family to seek independence. The offer made Nyla's heart soften a little. Before she could thank her, Candy's voice took on a sarcastic tone. "That Callie Higgins is clearly trying to set you up. Stay sharp and don't let her games entrap you. I would lose respect for you if you did." Nyla found no words to respond.

A smile crept onto her face despite the situation; Candy's tough exterior hid a more caring nature. When Nyla exited the studio, her name was suddenly called in a familiar tone, causing her to turn back in surprise. It was Pearson. "Pearson?" she exclaimed, startled. Pearson's face broke into a wide grin. "I was worried I might not see you again." "What are you doing here? How did you know to find me here?" Nyla's tone was filled with suspicion. Lately, she found it increasingly difficult to trust anyone, given all that had happened. Pearson squinted playfully and offered a smile.

"I have a friend named Alex Beckett who works here. I mentioned you yesterday, and he told me you're his boss. Quite the coincidence, right?" gαℓησνℓs․com brings you fresh updates Nyla took a moment, her face reflecting contemplation. "That is quite the coincidence. What is it that you need from me?" Gone was the naive young woman of before. Nyla could clearly sense Pearson's underlying intentions; he was interested in her. Taken aback for a moment, Pearson quickly regained his composure, his smile intact. "I was wondering if you might have some free time.

There's an excellent restaurant nearby. Perhaps we could have dinner together?" "Sorry, I don't have time," Nyla responded decisively, dismissing the invitation outright. Her refusal wasn't driven by any specific reason; she simply preferred to avoid drawing others into complex situations. Pearson's expression sank at her rejection. He clenched his fists, visibly disappointed and reluctant to accept her decision. "When might you be available?" Nyla had no intention of encouraging him.

Although she had initiated their previous encounter at the bar, having been intoxicated at the time, she was determined not to let things progress. . . .